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111  III  II  I 


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TENNESSE! 

FIRE  AWAY! 

Black  Republican  bandits 

Have  crossed  to  our  shore, 
Our  soil  lias  been  dyed 

With  Tennesse's  gore; 
The  murderer's  triumph 

Was  theirs  for  a  day  : — 
Our  triumph  is  coming — 

So  fire — fire  away  ! 

Fire  away  ! 

Be   steady — be  ready — 

And  firm  every  hand — 
Pour  your  shot  like  a  storm 

On  the  vile  Yankee  band. 
On  their  flanks,  on  their  centre, 

Our  batteries  piny — 
And  we  sweep  them  like  chaff, 

As  we  fire — fire  away  ! 
Fire  away  ! 

Lo  !  the  smoke-wreaths  uprising  I 

The  belching  flames  tear 
Wide  gaps  through  the  curtain, 

Revealing  despair. 
Torn  flutters  their  banner — 

They  run  in  dismay  : 
They  are  waveriug — sinking — 

So  fire — fire  away  ! 
Fire  away  ! 

They  sneer  at  the  rags 

Of  Tennessee  braves, 
They  would  hunt  us  like  dogs, 

And  treat  us  as  slaves. 
Rut  oh  Lincoln  tools  ! 

Their  sneering  don't  piy, 
For  the  bare-footed  patriots 

Will  fire — fire  away  ! 
Fire  away ! 

'Tis  over — the  thunders 

Have  died  on  the  gale — 
Of  the  wounded  and  vanquished 

Hark  !  hark  to  the  wail ! 
Long  the  Lincoln  invader 

Shall  mourn  for  the  day 
When  Tennesseians  was  summoned 

To  fire — fire  away  ! 
Fire  awav! 


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